Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 76: what you’re looking at

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68 HER ROYAL LOVER. the province of a woman. The heat was depressing. She put on a long cambric dressing-gown and ap- plied herself to the task of filling up the gaps in her ordinary occupations. Toward eleven o’clock, according to his custom, her husband came to bid her good-night. “You are not going to bed yet?” said he. “No, my friend, I have a good many letters to write. And you?” “TI—I have had such a terrible attack of neural- gia, that I have had to send this evening for Geheimrath Schlotz (the court physician). To quiet me, he has just rubbed my temples with a chloro- form mixture, and has left me an opiate that I must drink immediately. Iam going to bed then, and try to sleep. Go you to bed also, it is late, and you know you have promised the young princesses to accompany them early to-morrow morning on their equestrian ride.” Mineleko went away, not without having cast upon his wife a look full of mistrust. The unhappy man passed three quarters of his life in always sus- pecting. This horseback ride with the princesses made him very uneasy; the king would certainly be with them! Doubtless it was for that very reason that he had not been invited. Thereupon his head commenced throbbing. Arriving in his chamber, Mineleko, really suffer- ing, took his potion and rubbed himself again with the chloroform mixture. Suffering intensely with the pain, he did not go to bed, however. Never had he felt so agitated, so incapable of sleeping, even in spite of the powerful soothing remedy with which — he had anointed his forehead and the potion which he had taken, The idea of his wife wooed by the Gomicbooks (€ @)